All language subtitles for Bones S11E12 The Murder of the Meninist

Yeah, there's another one.
This is worse than I thought.

Thank you.
What are you looking at?

What case?
Perhaps I can help.

Yeah, I-I guess,
but you know what,

I don't think
you're gonna like this.

You know how
you've been watching

the Flyer games with me lately?
Yes.

Six out of the
last 12 games.

If each viewing
were a goal,

that would be
two hat-stands.

It's a hat-trick.
Hat-trick.

Anyways, this is not good.
You're bad luck.

Impossible, there's no such
thing as luck, Booth.

Numbers don't lie.

Look at that, you're like
the curse of the Bones-bino.

Well, I don't know
what that means.

Hey.

Hey, guys,
sorry we're late.

Well, let me help.

No, no, no, Booth, sit, sit.
It's fine.

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.
My arms work fine.

It's the rest of me
that's the problem.

So, how was

physical therapy progressing?

Oh, uh...

it's not.

Hodgins hasn't done
any PT in over a week.

Why?

I thought you said
everything was going good.

Oh, yeah, no.

I did say that, but, uh,

Hodgins hid the truth from me.

His doctor told me

that he has
no neural connectivity.

So, you-you don't
feel anything?

No, I have plenty
of feeling.

Anger, rage, uh, biting sarcasm.

Though I'm not sure
if that last one

is a feeling or just
a really pissy attitude.

It's an attitude.
Thank you.

Yeah, thanks for
the clarification.

- Oh.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, that's...
Look, don't worry about it.

Damn it.

Hey, you know what,
I-I've had too much

caffeine today, anyways.

Let me just move you back
a little bit here...

No, enough, Angela, it's fine.

It's fine, please.

You know what,
this is probably not

the most
wheelchair-friendly environment.

Let's just go
somewhere else.

No, the Royal Diner's our spot.

Don't change that

because of me, I...

Well, unfortunately,

it looks like we're all
gonna have to get going.

A body was found
inside a burned-out car.

Okay, we'll just do
a rain check then.

Look, hey,

I tell you what,
why don't you come over

later tonight
and we can watch

the game together,
just the guys?

Thank you for that,
but I think you've all done

enough charity
work for one day.

According to the police,

the deceased was driving
on a remote road

when his car went through
a guard rail and caught fire.

Considering how
charred the skull is,

facial reconstruction
won't be easy.

These days, not much is.

Though, we have solved
murders with less.

True, but this is not
a murder investigation.

No, it's just
your run-of-the-mill

car crash where we need
to find an ID.

The rounded supraorbital margins

suggest the victim was male.

Yeah, well,
whoever he was...

he was obviously poor.

I mean,
look at this old clunker.

This car was a piece of crap
even before the accident.

Any chance

the car can give us an ID?

It could, if the VIN weren't

burned beyond all recognition.

Judging by the wear

on the mandibular teeth,
I'd place the victim's age

at early 40s.

Looks like the fire

burned away most of the blood,

but there should be
enough liver left

to run a tox screen.
Oh, you're thinking

he could have been
drinking at time of death?

Hey, hold on a second.

Looks like a new carburetor
was put in recently.

Oh, if you can get
the serial numbers,

then Booth should be able

to track down
where it was sold.

Yeah, great idea there, Angela.

No way I would have thought
of that one on my own.

Uh, Dr. Hodgins,
would you like a hand?

No, but I could use
a new pair of legs.

No fans of paraplegic humor?

Tough crowd.

Yeah, yeah, I remember
the guy who bought this.

He was a tall dude,
light brown hair--

Oh, my God.

Wait, you are totally

packing heat right now,
aren't you?

Let's try to stay focused
on the case, okay, Allie?

Am I, like, the star witness
or something?

No, you're the person
who sold a carburetor

to a man
who is now deceased.

Yeah, but I'm still, like,

instrumental to the case?

Couldn't do it without you.

Now, uh, do you remember
this guy's name?

Beats me. I mean, dude
came into the store

all the time for parts,
but he always paid cash.

Okay, so he wasn't poor?

Oh, hell no.

I mean, at least he dressed

and acted like a rich guy.

You know, nice shirt,
fancy phone.

Mm-hmm, anything else
you can tell me about him?

Yeah.

The guy was a major Wang.

No, seriously, he was, like,

our rudest customer ever.
He used to always

talk down to me
'cause I'm a girl,

like I couldn't
possibly know anything

about multiport fuel injectors
just cause I have a hoo-ha.

Okay, well,

thank you, uh,
for your time, Allie.

Wait, what, that's it?

Well, unless you have
any more information.

Well, no, i-i-it's just that--

it is so sick being here,

raked across the coals
by a real, live FBI agent.

I-I-I didn't rake you across...

Do you mind if I-I take
a selfie with you?

It's just,
the guys at the store,

they're never
gonna believe this.

Dr. Saroyan,
take a look at this.

I found
a circumferential fracture

on the victim's
parietal bones.

That's odd.

Injuries to that area

suggest the victim
hit the top of his head

on the steering wheel.
Unless...

the victim
wasn't conscious

when the car went
through the guard rail.

You are correct.

The edges of the fractures

on the victim's parietal
bone show no sign of

hemorrhagic staining.
Suggesting they were made postmortem.

This was no accident.

Yeah, well,
that sounds good to me.

Take a murdered, rich d-bag

over a charity case
any day.

Dr. Hodgins,
you used the lift.

How was it?
It was exhilarating, Cam.

If I'd known
I was getting one of those,

I'd have crippled myself
months ago.

I... get it.

It's just nice to see you
back up here where you belong.

Uh, you just said something
about the victim being rich.

I'm worried that it is
too early to conclude this

based solely on, uh, testimony

of an auto parts clerk.
Really?

What about this?

I don't know too many paupers

who have a key fob
for a brand-new Lexus.

Why would someone

who owns a luxury car

drive a beat-up old junker?

Who knows?

The world is full

of messed up people.

I should know.

I'm one of them.

♪ Bones 11x12 ♪
The Murder of the Meninist
Original Air Date on April 21, 2016

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

So, because of the fire damage,
I was only able to do

a partial reconstruction,
but the good news is,

I may have found
another way to get his ID.

Is that the victim's
cell phone?

Yeah, it's also
his wallet.

It's one of those
two-in-one cases.

Which means the
victim's driver's license

may be somewhere inside.

Yeah, that's why I borrowed
Hodgins' laser-cutter.

It's sort of
old-school Star Wars,

but it's the best way

to cut through plastic.

Well, then,
may the Force

remain in your proximity.

Yeah, sweetie,
something like that.

I couldn't help
but notice Hodgins

speaking to you
quite harshly today.

Yeah, it's not great, but...

I guess it's just, uh,

one of the stages
of dealing with trauma.

It seems unfair that you have
to endure such treatment.

Well, we agreed to stand
by each other.

For better or worse.

Okay, blob,

let's see what you've got.

It appears the fire fused

the victim's credit cards
into a giant amalgam.

Yeah, you see that tiny piece
of metal in there?

Let me just see
if I can extract it.

Looks like a microchip.

Yeah, many of the new credit
cards have them embedded now.

I can just scan it.

Emil Bradford.

Looks like we found our guy.

I hear you got an ID.

Yeah, Emil Bradford,
43 years old.

Divorced six years ago.

No kids or family in the area.

Angela said that

the cell phone
was literal toast,

so I figured I'd go ahead
and issue a warrant

to get his phone records.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

At least then we can see
who he was talking to.

Yeah. Oh!

Almost forgot there.

Got you a little something.

Look at that. Donuts.

There's over a dozen here.
What do you think I am, you?

I figured some
emotional eating might help.

It's been a rough couple weeks
for the Flyers.

You know what, I'm pretty sure
Bones is causing it.

You think Dr. Brennan is a jinx?

I don't know,
you tell me, all right.

The Flyers have
lost the last six

when she's
watched with me.

Oh, no, no, no, no,

you need to nip this one
in the bud, okay?

Trust me, as a lifelong
Cubs fan, jinxes are real.

What am I supposed to do? Hmm?

Tell her that she can't watch
the Flyer games with me?

Well, uh, sounds
like a good start.

Oh, wow, seriously.

Bones is not gonna like
it if I put

hockey before her.

That's bad news.

Well, let me remind you

that my all-time
favorite baseball team

hasn't made it to
a World Series since 1945.

You want a postseason,

you may not have a choice.

These are good.
Right?

There are remodeled
bilateral fractures

on the nasal bones,

zygomatics,
and around the orbital sockets,

all appearing to
be five to ten years old.

And the x-rays of the left

radius and ulna
show evidence of remodeling

from about
the same time period.

That's in line with Bradford's
hospital records.

It appears he had a series
of late-night ER visits

just over
six and a half years ago.

Well, must have been
a rough time in his life.

It was.

He was getting divorced.
Mm.

Taken together, this
constellation of injuries

is consistent
with domestic violence.

But the victim...

is a man.

Yeah, surely, you know that men

can also be the victims
of spousal abuse.

Not real men.

All I'm saying is the injuries

could be from something else.

Did the victim report being abused?
No,

but that doesn't surprise me,

given cultural biases,
like your own,

men are often too ashamed
to admit it.

Dr. Hodgins,
how is the car

autopsy going?

Or would it be an auto-topsy?

I'd laugh, but the explosion
must have paralyzed

my sense of humor
as well, but...

at least I figured out
what started the fire.

See that fuel line there?

Yep.

Well, it must have ruptured
when the car went off the road,

basically turning
the inside of the vehicle

into a convection oven,
and clearly

fusing the trunk shut
in the process.

This information will be
very useful for my project.

Ah.

You can leave those right there,
guys, thanks.

What's with the animal parts?

What, there's not enough blood
and guts here in the lab?

You had to go out
and buy your own?

Actually, I'm conducting
an experiment.

Well, since when

do you do experiments,

especially ones that involve

lamb shanks, a cow heart,

and four bags of pig intestines?

I'm trying to determine
when Emil Bradford's body

was dumped.
By doing what?

You gonna create a
pound-for-pound sausage replica

of the victim, light it on fire,
and see how long it burns?

That pretty much sums it up,

but I could use your help
finding an enclosure

to simulate the inside of a car.

Okay, nice try,
but I know what you're doing.

Trying to solve a murder.

Yeah, sure you are.
But you know what?

You can just throw
your little pig man barbecue

over there without my help
because I'm busy.

Well, fine,
I didn't need you anyway.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

I'm having
the kitchen remodeled.

Hey, Rob!

Keep it down--
I have guests out here!

Sorry about that.

You want me to stop?
No.

Just hammer quietly, okay?

Ms. Bradford,

uh, when was the last time

that you saw your ex-husband?
I don't know.

A couple of months ago.

The cheap son of a bitch
brought me to court trying

to reduce his alimony.
Really?

Yeah, I really see
you're strapped for cash.

Emil had family money, and after
being married to that sad sack,

I deserve every penny I get.

Did you know that Emil

didn't hold down a decent job

the entire time
we were married?

Is that why you beat him?

Excuse me?

Evidence on Emil's corpse

suggests there was
domestic violence

during your marriage.

Maybe you two got into
an argument over alimony,

things got
a little crazy...

Why would I kill the man

that was paying me
ten grand a month

in alimony?

Ms. Bradford,
it's clear that you

and your ex weren't very close,

but is there anything else
you can tell us

about Emil's life

after the divorce?

As far as I know,

there wasn't much of one.

Everything he did
revolved around the stupid

men's rights group
he started.

Men-men's rights?
Yeah.

It's called Men Now.

Is that a legitimate
organization?

Believe me,

I'm as shocked as you are,

but that group
was all he cared about.

Men Now was Emil's whole life.

Hodgins finally got
the trunk of the car open.

He wanted me
to bring you this.

He couldn't
bring it himself?

Evidently, he was too busy.

If you want me

to talk to him...
No.

Trust me,
there's really no point.

You're kidding, right?

These papers
are like charcoal.

They're way past
the point of recovery.

Well...

give it your best shot.

If Emil spent
all his time at work,

these may be valuable.
Yeah.

Speaking of Emil,

I did some digging around
in the manosphere.

The what?

Uh, it's the
online community

of blogs and websites

that focus on men's issues.

Remind me why
we love the Internet?

Now, apparently,
it's a burgeoning movement.

You wouldn't believe
how many guys out there

identify themselves

as meninists.

I thought human rights
organizations were supposed

to empower people who
are marginalized or oppressed.

Well, according to Men Now,
oppressed people

include middle-aged white men.

Look at this.

This is a video posted
by the victim.

These so-called feminists

are nothing but a bunch
of Lez-banese man-haters,

and the reason they're
always screaming about

their reproductive rights

is to distract us
from their real plot,

which is getting rid
of the male species.

Oh, good Lord.

Yeah.

And we get
to solve his murder.

I'm sorry, we must be,
uh, at the wrong place.

We're looking for Men Now.

Congratulations,

you've found us.

I'm Karen.

Please, come in.

But y-you're a woman.

Indeed.

Yes, well, lots of us support

the men's rights movement.

Perhaps you would like
to see our brochures?

No, I would not.

We're here
on official business.

FBI, Special Agent Seeley Booth.
And I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Your colleague Emil Bradford's
body was found this morning.

No, no, I-I-I don't believe it.
Oh, my...

When was the last time
you saw him?

It was last Thursday,

here in the office.

He, um, he didn't come in
on Friday, but I just assumed

that he was working from home.

Both he and Paul keep
flexible hours.

Who's Paul?

Um, i-it's my husband.

He and Emil co-founded Men Now.

And I-- you know, I drop
by the office when I can,

but they're the only ones
who work full-time.

Well, is he here now, 'cause
we need to speak with him.

Yes.

Um, but he's in the middle

of a membership meeting
right now.

Really,
because we're in the middle

of a murder investigation.

And I promise, we at Men Now

will never give up the fight.

Not until all fathers are given
equal custody, until women

are required to sign up
for the selective service,

and congress has abolished
all rape shield laws.

This guy's gotta
be kidding, right?

Well, actually, his point about
selective service is valid.

Bones, there hasn't been
a draft in 40 years.

Still, it's only fair
that both sexes

be eligible should one occur.

And thanks to
the pro-female bias

of the family court system,
the institution of marriage

is now the greatest danger
that men face today.

Let me ask you this...

I don't know what's worse,
this speech,

or the knuckleheads
who agree with him.

Well, personally,

I am not surprised,
considering

that matriarchal societies

held sway
from the Paleolithic era

all the way up to 3000 BCE.

Well, I want to punch
this guy.

All I'm saying is,
if a woman is going

to dress like a slut,
then she might as well

wear a sign saying,
"Rape me now."

I really want to punch this guy.

Hey, you have something
for me to analyze?

Presumably,
a piece of evidence

you couldn't have
walked over to my office.

I thought you'd prefer
if I didn't treat you with pity.

Oh, wow.

How considerate of you.

Take a look at this

blunt force trauma

to the left anterior aspect

of the frontal bone

and also near
the coronal suture.

All perimortem.

I presume that means
that you want me

to swab for particulates,

which also must mean
that you have no clue

what caused the damage.
Not yet,

but according
to my measurements,

those blows were made
by a triangle-shaped object.

I gotta say, I'm not surprised

a jackass like this
was attacked.

I agree.

He had it coming.

Because a man who treats
a woman like dirt,

he's not a man at all.

Really?

What do you call a man

who not-so-subtly passes
judgment on a paraplegic?

For being so honest,
I'd call him a friend.

Tell Dr. Brennan that
I'll have her results shortly.

I, uh, I can't believe
he's gone.

One of the big reasons
we've been growing so quickly

is because of the wonderful

online videos
that Emil and Karen

have been putting together.

We just love going viral.

So do infectious diseases.

Right, uh,
so I guess Men Now

really is taking off.
I guess you'll just have to keep

all those profits to yourself.
Please.

Money means nothing to me.
Right,

which is probably why you're
driving around in those junky cars.

No, we bought those junk boxes

because driving around
in nice cars got too expensive.

I cannot tell you

how many times some feminazi

shattered their windshields

or keyed their cars.

Forensic evidence shows

that Emil was struck
multiple times in the head.

Do you know of anyone
who threatened him?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Leah Marino.

She runs the D.C. chapter
of Women for Change.

Really? I have been

a member of that organization
since college.

- You have? Yes.
- Oh, well,

that figures a person like you

would be a member
of a sexist group like that.

A sexist?

Uh, WFC promotes equality
for all people.

Everyone knows

affirmative action takes jobs
away from qualified men.

You know what,
why don't we just hold off here

on the women's debate
lecture thing,

and you can tell us
more about Leah Marino.

Well, that woman's
been a thorn

in our side from day one.

Always making nasty
Internet comments,

leading protests
outside our conferences,

and just a few weeks ago,

the bitch,

she hacked, uh,

our Men Now Web site.

She knocked us offline
for two days.

That's a terrible loss.

Is Dr. Brennan back yet?

I got my results
from the swab of the skull.

I haven't seen her,

but you're just in time.

You have to check this out.

If this works
like I think it should,

then this glue will dry
into a solid sheet of rubber.

It's a steel-graphite alloy.

Oh, no, no, i-it's gonna
turn into rubber.

Angela, try to keep up,

all right? I'm talking about

the particulates
that I found in the skull.

That, combined
with the wound's

triangular shape,
could actually point

to a lot of things here, okay.

Could be a nine-iron,

or possibly a-a garden spade,
or maybe

the back of a hammer.

Okay, um, you do realize

that I was right in
the middle of saying something.

All right, and your point is?

Look, I know that
this is hard for you,

but you cannot
treat me like this.

I'm not treating you
like anything.

I'm busy.

Okay.

I just thought
this paper

reconstruction process would be

right up your alley.

Look, see?

It rubberized.

Wow.

Thank you, that was,
uh...

that was... really great.

Ah, Dr. Hodgins,

you're just in time.

I was about to set
Pig Man on fire,

but perhaps,

you'd like to do the honors?

Or I could just
do it myself.

Wow, that was bigger
than I thought.

You know, you never
told me you were a member

of Women for Change.

I didn't think I had to.

I've received
their monthly newsletter

for the past 20 years.

Who knew I married a bra burner?

Okay.

Women for Change is not

a bunch of'60s radicals.

Oh, yeah,
then why is Leah Marino

leading a protest
down at the Sherborne Hotel?

Because the Sherborne

pays its female employees

two-thirds what a male receives

for the same job.

It's discriminatory
and illogical.

It makes about as much sense
as someone believing in jinxes.

Okay, what about
the butterfly effect?

You're referring
to chaos theory?

That's right.

I read all about it.

A butterfly flaps its wings
in South America,

and it rains in Central Park.
Booth,

I've told you this before,

skimming Wikipedia does not
bolster your arguments.

Okay, look, just face it, Bones.

You are the butterfly.

You're the butterfly, Bones.
You watch the game here,

and it creates chaos
for the Flyers.

That's not even close
to how it works.

Okay, how about we do
an experiment, then?

I'll watch
the Flyers game alone,

and we'll see how they do.

Okay, your hypothesis being

the Flyers will win
unless I'm there to watch?

I got a great idea;
why don't we skip the game

and I take you out
for a romantic dinner?

You're that desperate
No.

to keep me away from the Flyers?
Come on.

It was worth a shot.

Wage equality now!

Wage equality now!

Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!

Wage equality now!

Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!

This crowd's a lot bigger
and angrier than I thought.

Wage equality now!
Well...age equality now!

Women for Change
practices nonviolence.

I'm sure it's
a peaceful demonstration.

Right, because Leah Marino,
she is so peaceful.

All right, what about
these tweets here?

Ah, "Suicide is never an option
except for Emil Bradford."

Oh, how about this one:

"Raise your hand
if you want Emil Bradford

to die a slow,
painful death."

Oh. Booth, there she is.

...and we'll stay here
till the Sherborne Hotel

pays their female employees
the same wage it pays the men.

Leah Marino, FBI,
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

We need to talk to you.

So, look what we have here.

Looks like Sherborne wants
to play hardball, huh?

This has nothing to do

with, uh, equal pay.

We need to speak to you
about the death of...

I guess those

corporate fat cats
at the Sherborne

must be getting scared

since they sent these FBI agents

to come and arrest me.

We're not here to arrest you.
No.

I'm not scared
of these government goons,

and you shouldn't
be scared either,

because when it comes
to ending the wage gap,

the only thing we should fear
is our own complacency.

So, if you have to arrest me,

arrest me.

Okay, let's go,
let's go, come on.

Let her go!
Male oppressor!

How's it feel working
for the man?

Oh, no, no, no,

I-I support you.
I-I'm actually a card-carrying

member of Women For Change.

I support you.

Wage equality now!

Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!

Ms. Marino, reading the hateful
comments that you posted online,

I'd say that you were at war
with Emil Bradford.

I never intended
to stoop to his level,

but I wasn't about to let
his nasty, uninformed rhetoric

undo 50 years of progress.

So, hacking the Men Now
Web site was, what,

your way of extending
an olive branch?

More like an act
of desperation.

I thought if
I did something big,

Emil would stop harassing me.

I've read your tweets.

You gave as good as you got.

I'm not talking about
the online stuff.

Emil got off on destroying
people's lives.

I can't tell you
how many times he stood

outside my home or my work,

shouting insults
through his bullhorn.

Once, he even showed up

outside of
a restaurant.

So, why not file
a restraining order?

I was about to,

then two weeks ago,
it all stopped.

So, you're saying he just up
and left you alone.

Why would he do that?
My guess is

he found someone new to harass.

Ah, his cell phone records show
that Emil's ex-wife was right

about him not
having a normal life.

It appears
the majority of his calls

were made to
Karen and Paul Walters.

Talk about somebody who needs
some decency beaten into him.

While I agree
the Walters are infuriating,

that's no excuse
for violence, Booth.

Bones, I didn't say
I was gonna beat him up,

I just like thinking about it,
that's all.

I've been doing
some thinking as well

about tonight's game.

You thinking about not watching it?
No.

I was thinking about
what pizza to order.

Oh, come on, Bones,

you gotta be kidding me, really?
You don't care about hockey

your whole life,
and all of a sudden

this one game comes up
and you just can't let it go.

Perhaps it's you
who needs to relinquish

your primitive superstitions.

All right,
wait a second.

I might have something here.

The last signal picked up
was from a Wi-Fi

account XYZ123

Thursday night at 10:00 p.m.

That's the last day

that Emil was seen alive.

Yeah, the only problem is

it came from a hot-spot meaning,

it came from
somebody else's phone.

Well, if we can track down

the person who owns
that hot-spot,

we'll know who Emil
was with that night.

Cam, if you can pull yourself

away from the human sausage
for a second,

I've got some actual data
to share.

Sure, go right ahead.

Turns out, the vehicle's head

and taillights
weren't shattered

in the accident.

So, someone
smashed up Emil's car

before it went off the road?
It looks that way,

and when I swabbed
the glass for particulates,

I found traces of steel alloy.

The same material that caused

the fractures to his skull.

Nice work.
Yeah, I wish I could say

the same for you,
because without proper

ventilation for the build-up
of methane gas,

your little male
chauvinist pig there

is not gonna just cook,
he's gonna explode.

Well...

perhaps you'd like
to help me correct that?

Not a chance, uh-uh.

No, I'm keeping as far away
from that pork balloon

as possible.

Oh, wow, uh,
I'm so sorry about that.

So, after converting
the victim's burnt papers

to a rubberized sheet,
I was able to scan and upload

the image to a video
spectral comparator.

Okay...

are we supposed
to be seeing something?

Yeah, in a sec.

The carbonized image
can only be viewed

by an infrared light source.

That's unexpected.

I would have gone with creepy.

Yeah, that's why
I called you guys in here.

Well, there has
to be something else.

Yeah, I agree.

Let me adjust

the light spectrum.

"Right to choose?

Some of us never
got the chance."

Hold on...

is that baby holding his...

Mm-hmm.
Looks like it.

"Men,

"if you were circumcised

"against your wishes,

you can fight back."

These flyers

are targeted at a

Dr. Pamela Gould.

That explains
why the victim

stopped targeting Leah Marino.

Men Now was building

a class-action lawsuit
against Dr. Gould

for performing
these circumcisions.

That can't really

be a thing, can it?
I read about

lawsuits like this.

In each case,
the plaintiffs won.

On what grounds?

Apparently, all the former

patients have to prove

is that the circumcision

was performed
without their consent.

What consent?

We had Michael Vincent
snipped at two days old.

That is a shame.

In Cuba, very few boys
are circumcised.

Did you know that having
a foreskin greatly enhances

a man's sexual pleasure?

There is no scientific proof
of that, Dr. Fuentes.

No, but I have
ample anecdotal evidence.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

So, Dr. Gould

must not have been happy
about Bradford

distributing these flyers.

Well, perhaps next time,

she'll be more careful
with her scissors.

You can laugh,
but a lawsuit like this

could potentially bankrupt
a medical practice.

Sounds like motive

for murder to me.

I talked to your secretary,
Dr. Gould.

She said that she saw
Emil handing these out

at the hospital's main
entrance last Thursday.

It also happens to be

one of the last times
anyone saw him alive.

That man was outside
the hospital every day

for the last two weeks,
trying to recruit patients

for that ridiculous
lawsuit of his.

I've also got witnesses
who saw you confront Emil.

We may have had a few words.

So what?

You recognize that?

I believe that's the tire iron

I keep in the trunk of my car.

Coincidentally,
made from the same

steel-graphite alloy
that we found

in the victim's
headlights and face.

Okay, I admit it, I hit his car,
but I swear I never touched him.

I think you snapped.

You couldn't bear
the thought

of Bradford destroying
your medical practice,

so you decided
to get rid of him first.

Look, vandalizing Emil's car
was not my proudest moment,

but that doesn't mean
I killed him.

In fact, after I was done
taking out my aggressions,

Emil and I had a nice little
talk about the whole thing,

and he apologized.

Emil Bradford apologized?

After you smashed up his car?

It was shocking, but yes.

He claimed our talk helped him
see the error of his ways,

and he was turning
over a new leaf.

I'm telling you,
it's the truth.

He even talked
about disbanding Men Now.

If Emil was planning
to shutter Men Now,

I imagine it would have driven
Paul and Karen Walters

even crazier
than they already are.

Are you implying Men Now
has no legitimate issues?

Are you implying they do?

Well, in some cases.

For example,
I think that men

are entitled to equal custody
in divorce settlements.

Perhaps,

but does it really justify

the existence
of a men's rights group?

Everyone knows
it's a man's world.

Well, I think it
should be an equal one.

Dr. Brennan,

I've identified
evulsion fractures

of the inferior margin
of the C4

and the superior margin
of the C5 vertebrae.

The extensive fracturing
from the fire

must have obscured them.

Looking at this

pattern of damage,

it's all beginning
to make sense.

First, the victim

was smashed in the face

with a blunt, triangular object.

Injuring his hands and forearms
as he tried to defend himself.

Then, the force

of the blows pushed him
backward and caused him

to fall and hit his neck

on something with a sharp,
horizontal edge.

Given this scenario,
this damage to the vertebrae

would have severed
the victim's spinal cord,

causing death.

But we still haven't identified

the object that hit him

or the location
where he was killed.

If Emil was

truly breaking
his ties to Men Now,

I'm guessing it had something
to do with Paul Walters.

Well, that is
a sexist assumption.

The killer could be

his wife, Karen.

That was meant as a compliment.

And I suppose

you think that women
should feel flattered

when they are catcalled
walking down the street?

I know I do.

Is this something that happens
to you frequently, Dr. Fuentes?

Oh, yes.

They either call to me,

or simply make love to me
with their eyes.

Though based on the

daggers your eyes are sending,

I will concede
that it is possible

for a woman to be a killer.

Wow.

I guess one human bratwurst

wasn't enough for you, huh?

Well, I was hoping
to make Pig Man Two

with your husband's
participation.

I appreciate what
you're trying to do, Cam,

but there is no helping Hodgins

right now.

You can take off those gloves.

I haven't even loaded the entrails yet.
Oh, good,

because the algorithm
that I came up with

makes Sausage Boy

irrelevant.
Oh, thank God.

So, you figured out when
the victim's body was dumped?

Based on my calculations,
it was last Thursday night,

sometime between
midnight and 4:00 a.m.

That's great.

Though it would've been better

had you told me two hours ago.

Well, also, get this--

I tracked down the owner
of that mobile hotspot, XYZ123.

That's the last Wi-Fi signal
Emil's phone picked up?

Yeah, and I traced it
to Karen Walters' phone.

You know what, you lied to us.

We have phone records that show
that you were with Emil

- right before he died.
- According to Dr. Gould,

Emil was turning over
a new leaf,

possibly shutting down Men Now,

which must have made you
quite angry.

Angry enough to kill.

No, you have
this all wrong.

Emil wasn't going anywhere.
Dr. Gould

was very precise
about the words Emil used.

Yeah, well,

I can quote them, too,
because I wrote them.

That, the stuff
that Emil said about,

"Seeing the error of his ways,"

that was a line
that we would use

whenever we had run-ins
with angry feminists.

Turns out that lying
is a lot less painful

than having
your face smashed in.

Okay, assume
that we believe you.

You still haven't
answered our question.

What were you doing with Emil
the night that he died?

Your husband was with you

the last time we met,
Mrs. Walters.

Perhaps you neglected to mention
your late night meetings

with Emil
because the two of you

All right,
you know what...

Let our lawyers
handle this.

You know what,
you need to step outside.

The lawyers, they can stay.
Paul...

I can take care of this.

No, there's only one thing
you're going to do,

and that's keep
your damn mouth shut.

Mrs. Walters,
as a proponent

for equality between sexes,

I am shocked
you'd allow your husband

to speak to you
like that.

That one likes flapping
her gums, doesn't she?

You might want
to get a muzzle on her.

Outside.
That idea

is not only misogynistic,

it's downright sociopathic.

What can I say?

All bitches need
to be muzzled sometime.

I suggest you
stop talking

before I do something
we both regret.

Booth, stop.

You could lose your job
for striking a civilian.

Whereas, I...

might face
disciplinary action at most.

I think his jaw is broken.

We'll be filing charges
of criminal assault

against this woman.
As well as a civil suit.

I told you, she needs to be muzzled.
Back off.

Actually, the problem isn't
my mouth, it's yours.

I got to tell you,
Dr. Brennan's got

a mean right hook
for a squint.

Yeah, well,
I think my hand's

gonna feel worse than hers

after filling out
all these incident reports.

Ouch.

So, I take it Karen Walters
still isn't talking?

Nope, not a word.

What about the piece
of work she's married to?

No, you know what,
his jaw is so swollen,

he couldn't talk
if he wanted to.

Okay, so, we know that
Karen and Emil were together

a few hours before he
was killed, but the question is,

if they weren't
having an affair,

what the hell
were they doing?

Well, it's got to be

something illegal,
or she would talk.

Unless Karen's our killer.

My gut says no,
but something's definitely up.

Well, so you know,
I talked to Karen's boss

over at RGT Home
Security Systems.

Now, he says that

she clocked in at 9:00
the night of the murder,

didn't punch out
until 6:00 a.m. the next day.

Yeah, fine, I'll just get
a warrant for her work computer,

'cause if she was working
that night, I want to know why.

If a male FBI consultant

broke a suspect's jaw,

I imagine he'd be sitting
in a jail cell by now.

Well, if prison
had been an option,

I would never have struck him
in the first place.

But you will receive
some form of punishment?

Booth has submitted
the proper paperwork,

and it will receive
an unbiased review by the FBI.

I can only imagine
the catcalls you're gonna get

when you're picking up trash
on the side of the road.

That...

doesn't make any sense.

I thought community service

was a common
disciplinary action.

Not that.

The victim's frontal bone.

It has a strange
burn mark on it.

The body was in a car fire.

There's not an inch of it

that isn't covered with burns.

But those were
made postmortem.

When necrotized bone
is burned,

there's usually evidence

of linear
and longitudinal fractures.

And when live bone
is burned,

the fracture lines tend
to be crescent-shaped,

like this.

So, the victim was hit
repeatedly in the head

with a blunt,
triangle-shaped object

that was also burning hot?

That's it, Dr. Fuentes.

It is?

The victim was struck
by an iron.

Hey, so, Cam just called

from Paul
and Karen Walter's house.

No sign of blood on their iron.

Any luck busting Karen's alibi?

Well, her work computer confirms

she was there the whole night,

but I did find
something interesting.

Okay, so, it looks like

Karen shut down one of her
clients' home security systems

between the hours
of 10:30 and 11:30 p.m.

Yeah, and guess
whose house it was.

That's Gail Bradford's
address.

Karen used her job
at RGT Home Security

to help Emil break
into his ex-wife's house.

That explains
why Karen lied

about being with Emil
that night.

Shutting down
a client's security system

isn't just grounds
it could get her arrested.

Now the only question is

why she did it.

Yeah, something tells me

Karen isn't going
to be giving that up.

I think it's time
we have another chat

with Emil's ex-wife.

I'm getting déjà vu.

Didn't we do this once already?

Well, this time,
we have a search warrant.

Which way is
your laundry room?

Who said I had
a laundry room?

I'll find it myself.

And what possible reason
would he have to do that?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe these, uh, these shirts,

these shoes here,
oh, look at that,

these magazines.

I like to read the articles.

Right, don't we all?

Emil shut off the security
system so he could get proof

that you
and your contractor were

shacking up.

Why would he care
about me and Rob?

Because if he could proof
that you two were shacking up,

he wouldn't have
to pay you alimony.

Booth...

I found the iron.

It's got blood on it.
Blood?

Gail, maybe we
should just

tell them the truth.

It might make them
go easier on us.

"On us"?

No.

He's the one who did it.

It was terrible,
the way he kept bashing

Emil in the face,
and then he forced me

to help him get rid of the body.
I didn't want to do it,

but I was afraid
that if I didn't,

that he would--
he would kill me, too.

She's lying.

Everything she said
is the exact opposite

of what happened.
Yeah.

Let's go.
She hits me, you know.

Okay, you two
can bicker

on the way down
when you get booked.

Let's go.

Hey, are you ready to...

to go?

Angela.

Hey.

What are you doing?
Oh...

I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't

mean to, but...

honey, that is--

that's so great.

You-you joined a support group.
Yeah, I did.

It's nothing. Can we just,
can we go home now?

Yeah, yeah, okay, but...

why wouldn't you want
to share that with me?

I am so proud
of you, honey.

This is gonna help

everything so much.
Angela...

I really, really don't want

to talk about it, okay?

Look, I know

this is a process,

but you're doing the work,

and... everything
is gonna be okay.

No. It's not.

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

At least the people online,
you know,

they're-they're honest,
you know.

They-they know that
I'm not gonna just snap back

and be the person
that I was before.

Okay, um...

I'm trying my best here,
Hodgins.

Y-you do not have to yell at me.

You think this is me
being hard on you?

'Cause you have no clue
how much anger I'm holding back.

So, you can either
deal with this, or go.

You know what,
you should.

Yeah, Angela,
you should, you should go,

because I promise you

this is not gonna
get any easier.

All right, come on, Bones,
what are you talking about?

Gail totally did it.

Well,
anthropologically speaking,

men commit
a disproportionately high number

of violent acts
as compared to women.

All right, okay,
that's just great,

coming from somebody
who coldclocked the suspect.

Well, uh,
an action which I regret,

despite the enjoyment
I felt in the moment.

All I'm saying is,

no matter what,
the judge is probably gonna

go easier on her
because she's a woman.

Well, it's bias like that

which fuels
the men's rights movement.

You know, you are
a very complicated woman,

you know--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what is all this?

I have prepared

a variety of snack foods

all beginning
with the letter "F"

that we can eat
while watching

the Flyers game, plus...

I read that a rally hat

can be effective
in reversing a curse.

All right, so you admit
that you're a jinx?

No, there's no such
thing as a jinx,

but I do want you
to be happy, Booth.

Oh, I'm happy.

Booth, if you want
the Flyers to win,

you should reverse
your shirt as well,

and also your pants.

You want me to
take my pants off?

Yes.

That's what you want me to do?
Okay, that's sexist.

Now you're looking at me like
I'm some kind of piece of meat.

I would never
look at you like that.

I'm a vegetarian.

Well, it's okay,
don't worry about it.

I tell you what,
how about a kiss for good luck?

I didn't know kisses
were good luck.

Of course,
they're good luck.

Well, The Flyers
are going to win.

All right, okay,
don't get too overconfident,

then you're gonna jinx them.

Just pass the fries.

No, you should really try
a falafel, Booth.

No.

Come on, the puck's
about to drop.

Here we go!
Try a falafel, Booth.

That's all-- I'll pass.
What about a fajita?

No fajita.
Veggie fajita.

I tell you what,
just say, "Go, Flyers."

I'm gonna put a little--
no, no, I'm not gonna say that.

If you don't say, "Go, Flyers--"
Booth.

All right, look,
their midgame is about to...

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